He had scarcely reached the desired point, when he suddenly recoiled
to find the object of his pursuit standing motionless just beyond,
with eyes averted to the backward path--her glance consequently
encountering his own, the very moment when he discovered her. A deep
crimson, visible even where he stood, suffused her cheeks when she
beheld him; and without acknowledging the second bow which the
traveller made, she somewhat haughtily averted her head with a
suddenness which shook her long and raven tresses entirely free of
the net-work which confined them.
"A proud gipsy!" muttered the youth as he rode back to his uncle--"just
such a spirit as I should like to tame." He took especial care,
however, that this sentiment did not reach the ears of his senior.
"Well?" said the latter, inquiringly, at his approach.
"I am right after all, uncle:--the wench is no better than the
rest. A heavy bulk that seemed dignified only because she is too
fat for levity. She walks like a blind plough-horse in a broken
pasture, up and down, over and over; with a gait as rigid and
deliberate as if she trod among the hot cinders, and had corns on
all her toes.
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